"DAMN IT, "Grayson breathed, his voice rough with suppressed need.
He moved toward her with fluid predatory grace, his blue eyes darkening to something primal and hungry.
Mailah's breath caught in her throat as he approached the bed, her pulse hammering so hard she was certain he could hear it.
He reached the edge of the bed, towering over her, his presence filling her senses completely. The careful mask he'd worn was fracturing like ice under pressure, revealing glimpses of the hunger that lay beneath.
Mailah held her breath, every nerve ending alive with anticipation as his fingers drew closer to her skin.
Grayson's lips finally met hers and it was like a spark igniting a long-dormant fire. She gasped, arching upwards to deepen the kiss, her body responding instinctively despite her recent ordeal.
